growing up with diabetes

In the course of my experiences as an advocate for diabetes, I’ve had people ask me what my parents did to help me become a well-adjusted adult with diabetes. And after I stop laughing at the clearly loose definition of the phrase “well-adjusted,” I realize that I have the support of my friends and family to thank for my diabetes…

People ask me why this conference matters, why the organization matters, and it’s sometimes hard to sum up. What’s so great about sitting in a room full of people with diabetes? Isn’t it like surrounding yourself with a reminder of something that is a pain in the butt (diabetes)? Doesn’t it suck to talk about diabetes all the time? DUDE….

“You don’t like seafood?!” This wasn’t ever issued like a real question, but more an accusation, a verbal finger pointed at my face. “You live in Rhode Island and you don’t like seafood like at all?” Usually I’d say, “I just don’t care for it very much,” but I am really thinking, “EW! It’s weird and it smells terrible and…

Summer is coming to a close over here and as we prepare to send Birdzone to kindergarten, I am spending the last few days of summer with my child velcro’d to me. In an appreciation for family and for how mine handled diabetes as I was growing up, I wanted to look back at a post from five years ago…

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